Faults

Believe Me.
Just trust me.
Feel what I feel.
Lay with me, palms to knuckles. Look beyond my pupils, directly into my faults. I've got troubled skin and bones.
Carry me.
Hold me with the delicacy of a dandelion. Put your lips together and whisper me into a million pieces. Let me watch you cry as you see me float away.
Catch me.
Nervously try to piece me together. Substitute my pupils with pebbles and feel my heaviness.
Feel what I feel.
Press me between the pages of your memoir and hold me tight.
I asked you to Believe Me.